Ezekiel has a dark past and promised his best friend he wouldn't get involved with his sister. Then he met her and everything changed.
::AN:: The beginning of this book starts in 2010. Won't necessarily make a big difference, but some things might make some more sense.
Also if anyone is interested in the music that moves me while I write here is a link for an Apple Music playlist: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/got-a-hold-on-me/pl.u-oZylMvWCGeEJea

Ezekiel has a dark past and promised his best friend he wouldn't get involved with his sister. Then he met her and everything changed.
::AN:: The beginning of this book starts in 2010. Won't necessarily make a big difference, but some things might make some more sense.

Also if anyone is interested in the music that moves me while I write here is a link for an Apple Music playlist: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/got-a-hold-on-me/pl.u-oZylMvWCGeEJea

Amelia and I finally have the house to ourselves since Dylan has classes. So, naturally, she wants to watch a movie instead of let me bury my face between her legs. I relent and her
smile is all the reward I need.

She brings some popcorn over to the couch and I grab a handful. “Oh my god, you’re such a pig,” she says when several pieces fall into my lap. She wraps a blanket around herself and
sits next to me. I kiss her forehead.

Amelia just finished reading the Harry Potter series, so she’s making me rewatch the movies with her. Although I reread and rewatch the series all the time, so she isn’t “making” me do
anything and I’d watch a violent beheading if it meant I got to be near her.

We get to the sorting hat part of the first movie and Amelia asks me to pause the movie. “So, do you think you’d be a Gryffindor,” she asks.

I still haven’t shown her my private trunk of nerdiness in my closet. I shake my head. “Nah, I’m a Slytherin.”

“You answered that awfully quickly.” She looks at me out of the corner of her eye and smirks. I shrug. She knows I’m a nerd, I don’t need to defend myself anymore. “How do
you know you’re a Slytherin? Is there a test or something? Is it because you think you’re the bad guy?”

It still unnerves me when she sees through all my carefully built walls. I don’t tell her how accurate her comment about being the bad guy is, though. “I’m sure there are hundreds of
different house quizes, but I haven’t taken one. I just think that’s where I’d be.” I grab a piece of popcorn, but Amelia grabs my wrist and redirects it to her mouth. I grin and
grab another piece for myself. “One of their main traits is ambition.”

She eats a couple pieces of popcorn while she mulls over what I told her. “How do you know that’s a trait of Slytherins?”

I furrow my brows. “Baby, you just finished reading the books. Each house has this, um, poem thing.” I twist my hands around hoping that helps explain what I’m saying. I
think, in reality, all it does is make me look stupid. “How do you not remember that?”

Amelia playfully glares at me. “I don’t know, how do you remember that?” Her comeback falls very flat and she snickers at her own lameness. “Whatever. So ambition is a
Slytherin trait? What are the other houses?”

I grab my laptop off the end table and do a quick internet search. “Alright, so Ravenclaw’s favor intelligence and creativity.”

“Why aren’t you a Ravenclaw, then,” she asks before I can tell her about any other house.

I shrug. “You can be smart and creative and it isn’t going to do anything if you have no ambition. But you can have no natural inclination for anything and go anywhere with ambition and
hard work.” I change my position to face her better. “With ambition you can do anything or become anyone, even someone other than the person destiny planned you to be.”

“I also think Gryffindors are pompous assholes, so I’d rather not be associated with that,” I reply, gruffly.

She chuckles. “I feel like that is such a Slytherin thing to say.”

“Probably.” I shrug. “And Hufflepuffs are loyal and fair.”

Her eyes get wide. “Oh, that’s my house.” Of course, it is. She wiggles closer to me. “Destiny doesn’t get to decide the kind of man you are; you do, and you’re a good one.”

I kiss the top of her head. “And that’s a Hufflepuff thing to say.”

So looks up at me like I’ve offended her. “Maybe every Slytherin just needs a Hufflepuff to show them there’s more than how society paints them.”

“Maybe you’re right.” I kiss her head again. This Slytherin found his Hufflepuff. I press play and hold Amelia close.

The movie is about three quarters of the way done, but I haven’t paid attention to the last hour. Amelia’s scent makes me dizzy and the little moves she makes to get comfortable send little
shocks into me. I can’t stop myself from kissing that soft spot behind her ear. She giggles and tries to push me away. “Ezekiel,” she tries to sound reprimaning. “The movie
is almost over.”

Amelia rips her blanket off her which makes the popcorn go topling to the floor then she climbs onto my lap. “Do you really think I can ignore you when you kiss me like that?”

“How do you think I feel?” I bury my face in her neck. “You smell like hot fuck and don’t expect me to attack you the first chance I get?”

She laughs. “You didn’t have to pretend to want to watch a movie to get me over here.”

“Yeah, you’re the one that wanted to watch the movie, remember,” I say as my hands travel up her sides. “I’d just as soon have you tied up in my room and naked all the time so I can fuck you
whenever I want.”

“Yes, absolutely.” I pull her shirt off. “Let me watch you get naked for me.”

I think she rolls her eyes, but it’s too quick for me to fully notice. She takes my shirt off then stands up and slowly, gracelessly, pulls off her pants. Then she turns away from me
and she swishes her hips slowly from side to side while she unsnaps her bra and lets it fall to the ground. She looks over her shoulder and blows me a kiss.

I push my sweatpants to my knees and slowly stroke my throbbing cock. This is way better than any movie.

Next, Amelia slips her panties off and kicks them to the side. She’s standing in front of me completely naked with warm sunlight shining in to light the house and she’s not even a little
embarrassed or ashamed. How I managed to find the sexiest creature in the whole world is beyond me.

She steps between my spread legs and quickly touches herself, then brings her wet fingers to my lips. I suck them clean. “You’re such a good girl.”

She straddles my lap, her wet heat rubbing against my cock, but she doesn’t guide me into her, she just kisses my neck. When her lips are near my ear, she whispers, “Can you fuck my ass
today?”

The request makes me groan and I nearly come. I grip her hips tightly to tether myself to something. “Are you sure?”

“I’ll do anything you want me to, baby.” And I know I would. If it would make her happy, even if I hated the thought, I’d do it.

I quickly grab some lube from my room and come back to Amelia kneeling on the floor. “Lay down,” I gently demand. She moves to lay on her stomach. “No, on your back.” She’s
confused but doesn’t question me.

I’m truly scared I’m going to hurt her, so I need to make sure she feels good and relaxed. I make her come with my mouth and fingers before I even touch her ass.

She’s completely blissed out, soft sighs continue with every aftershock of orgasm and her legs are bent and dropped to each side. I take the moment of distraction to liberally lube my
fingers. She tenses just slightly when I press my middle finger against her hole, but then opens her eyes and relaxes.

I work one finger in her until there’s no more resistance and add another finger. Amelia hisses and sighs and begins to rock against my hand. I think she’s ready for me, so I pull my
fingers from inside her. “Oh, no,” she whimpers.

I lean over her and bring my lips to hers, but don’t kiss her. “You want my cock, don’t you?” She nods, wildly. “Then relax and you’ll get it.”

She relaxes back and plays with her clit while I add a ridiculous amount of lube to my cock. I want to limit the amount of discomfort she’ll feel as much as possible.

I spread her cheeks for easier access and she holds her knees for me. The head of my cock isn’t even fully inside her before her body tenses. And I stop until she relaxes again.

I watch as I enter this new part of her body, centimeter by slow centimeter. I know she’s giving this to me, this thing that no one else has ever touched and a fresh wave of arousal makes my
stomach clench.

I’ve never felt anything so tight. My vision blurs with arousal and the effort it takes to go slow. I don’t attempt to go too far, so I pull out and repeat the slow push inside
her. Her body quickly becomes accostomed to mine and we’re moving against each other, whispering nonsense and encouragement, placing quick kisses wherever we can reach. I look in her
beautiful eyes and see everything, the intimacy is overwhelming, and I’m coming before I even knew I was that close. I rub circles around her clit and tell her how amazing she is, how her
body is perfect for mine, and how I want to spend everyday buried inside her. She comes apart underneath me, I catch her screams with my mouth, and caress her hair as she comes down.

I don’t really know what happened, but it wasn’t anything I’ve ever experienced. I know I’m not ready to ponder it, so I help Amelia get dressed and she lays her head in my lap while we watch
another Harry Potter movie.

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I guess Zeke has an intuitive understanding or something, but when a girl asks a guy to fuck her in the ass - yes, he's gonna go get the lube (cooking oil if he has to) - but he's always going to ask in there somewhere, "Have you ever done this before?" Of course, he wants the answer to be 'no'.

I don't want to discourage this infinitely wonderful orgasmic literary experience of sex in every chapter, but I do want to point out that you set a tone rather early on in this story which had a certain depth. The peak of that depth was established with Zeke's mother dying. We've been through some heavy shit in this novel and suddenly it's turned into an extended porno. I point this out only as an observation since I don't know your intentions with the piece, but the balance has certainly shifted from where we were in the first eight chapters.